Chapter 9
Obi-wan's perspective-
He had failed. He had failed Anakin; he had first allowed his brother to sacrifice himself for Obi-wan, then had lost him for five years, five years of slavery, probably under the worst master's that Dooku could find. Dooku also probably knew that Anakin had been found by now, but there was nothing to be done about that. He had failed Anakin in that way to, perhaps Dooku would come looking for him once again. Perhaps he would even kill Obi-wan. That was frightening. Not his own death, but what might happen to Anakin. The boy was just coming out of his shell, only just relearning how to love. Though he shouldn't have to be. He should be regaining his memory now, not being forced to remain this way for life. That wasn't right. It just wasn't right. He was trying to calm his sobs, trying not to burden Anakin with any more than he had to, but he just couldn't seem to stop. Not completely. Because Anakin was gone. His little brother was gone. His best friend was gone. He hadn't ever believed he was dead. For all those years he hadn't stopped hoping, because surely if Dooku planned to kill him, with his ego he would have done it pubically. And now, he had to admit defeat. Anakin was dead. But not completely. Who was to say Master Yoda couldn't restore his memory? He was the Chosen One, they wouldn't give up on him easily. Obi-wan sat up, and wiped away the tears. Now was not the time for crying. Now was a time for strength. A time to protect Anakin until he could be fully saved. Obi-wan was a man on a mission, and the last thing you wanted to be was in his way.
